Return
to Normalady
 In
retrospect, my
April Fool's offering was probably more
cruel than funny, more pornographic than clever. I obviously
didn't make the link to the supposedly
litigious comic obvious enough as only about half the visitors took
the hyper-bait, which was probably for the best as the
cartoon
could have lost one or two day jobs, and job-killing
is the GOP's prime function these days.
As you can see, the comic is back to its same old progressive,
pretentious self. If I had
switched Raging Pencils, as proffered in the 4-1 rant,
to a more general,
situational
mode of
comedy
I
might have actually started developing an audience. But
who wants that?
---------------
 As
I've mentioned before there were eight children in my family
and not a lot of money so Mother's job was to
feed us as quickly and as economically as possible. This
meant lots of beans, fried chicken, and, uh, did I mention
beans?
Fried chicken was always a treat though Mom's idea of "fried"
was limited to making sure that the crust was browned,
regardless of how raw the meat was (Mother never ate chicken,
for reasons of her own.) But I ate it
anyway
because Mom cooked
it, therefore it was good.
Then, in my middle teens, I found a strange program on
public television called The French Chef starring
some wacky lady named Julia Child doing incredible things
with food, my first "food porn", and my eyes were opened.
I suddenly understood that food was
more
than
just
sustenance,
that there was a proper way to cook everything, and that,
in a way, it was art, too.
Julia's amiable lessons continued to percolate at the
edges of my memory every time I've broken out my pots and
pans so
I was delighted to discover, and subsequently read, a new
biography called
"Dearie:
The Remarkable Life of Julia Child".
It's a hefty 500-page
tome detailing the life of a woman who devoted herself
to sharing the wonders of good food. It's remarkable to
note that even though she lived a life full of butter and
cream
and
meat
that it wasn't
her great heart that gave out at age 92, but her kidneys.
I consumed the book ravenously and I would have enjoyed
it more if someone hadn't been cutting so many damned onions
as I read the last page.
If you're unfamiliar with Mrs. Child I'm happy to report
that Youtube now hosts a number of her French Chef programs.
So please, dig in. Bon appetit!
=Lefty=
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